past + kithood: grew up with distant parents. She was booted out at five moons and was on her own.

+ apprenticeship: had to learn to survive in the streets. When she heard her parents had another litter, she went back to visit. Ramsay became particularly fond of Sylvester, whom she protects to the best of her ability.

+ adulthood: When Sylv went to live with twolegs, Ramsay moved on and continued wandering the city streets, becoming tougher and more adaptable to change. She eventually joined RiverClan after the threats of BloodClan grew. Shortly after, Sylv joined as well. Ramsay found a bobcat kitten on the RiverClan border and adopted it as her own.

+ N/A

psychological word: fuck

phrase: "little shit" - said with affection

colour: green

food: chicken, probably from a dumpster

location: the river where stonestar taught her to swim

season: green-leaf

scent: the city

alignment: chaotic good

daemon: fox

hogwarts house: gryffindor

deadly sin: pride

heavenly virtue: charity

element: fire

Ramsay

Acornpaw hated her. Ramsay had come to realize it moons ago. Stonestar's death had rattled the clan, and Acornpaw was the only one left to recover. But she refused to. Any help was pushed aside, kind words thrown back with steely glares, or worse, no reaction at all. The bobcat refused to be helped, and there was nothing anyone could do anymore.

And she hated Ramsay. The calico knew it to be true. She didn't know why, but it tore a hole- a thousand holes, really- in her heart in a way she never knew possible. She'd failed as a mother. Surely it was best just to keep her distance.

Lotuskit had been a welcome distraction. No one could replace Acornpaw, and no matter how much the apprentice hated her mother, Ramsay would always call her her daughter. Lotus, bless the kit, needed a mother, too, just as Acorn once had.

"Lotuskit, why don't we go outside for a bit? Fresh air would do both of us some good." Ramsay had taken up residence in the nursery again. Oceantides and Superpaw were... interesting company, but Ramsay left them alone for the most part.

She sat up in her nest, looking to Lotus with a gaze full of affection. She hadn't realized the struggles the kit went through with her body at first, and she still didn't quite understand it, but it didn't matter. Ramsay would care for her as she would any other kit, and the same opportunities would be there.

Superpaw's attempts at rousing Ramsay from her depression had failed. Stern words and anger weren't the way to go with the calico, but at least someone had tried. Of course, Ramsay wouldn't truly heal until she tried; no one else could really heal her grief for her. It was a lonely process, but she'd come to realize it didn't have to be lonely if she didn't want it to be.

There were multiple cats Ramsay knew she could go to. Cedarheart seemed to be one of the most obvious options; he was a wise tom, someone who Ramsay admired deeply. But he was so busy being deputy, and there was someone else Ramsay preferred. Sylvester, of all the cats in RiverClan, knew Ramsay the most. Sure, she'd been spacey during their time growing up, but she'd visited every now and then when he was real young, and they'd been through a lot as the moons went by. If anyone could get through to her, it was he.

"Sylv?" Ramsay poked her head into the warrior's den, hoping to find her younger brother inside. Her voice was raspy, both from not speaking much and from the ache that occurred in her throat as a result of crying a little too much.

It'd been about twelve days since Ramsay last smiled. Coincidentally, it'd been twelve days since one of her closest companions had died. Grief clung to Ramsay more than burrs did to her fur. Her days were spent walking aimlessly in circles around RiverClan. Sometimes she would find a nice spot to sit in and think for a while, and then she'd start crying until she settled into an uncomfortable sleep. Her stomach seemed to ache constantly, preventing much food from staying down. To put it was kindly as possible, she was a complete mess. Her fur, though it never looked very orderly, was messier than normal. Her eyes were dull, and she appeared to be getting skinnier.

Some of her clanmates had attempted to approach her. They would urge her to move about, visit with her daughter, hell, do something other than mope. But she remained mostly unresponsive. Sometimes she would utter a short sentence, other times she would turn away and rest her head on her paws until her visitor left.

Today was no different. The calico had found herself at the edge of one of the many streams in RiverClan's territory. She sat at the edge, staring at a large rock that protruded from the middle. That rock alone was enough to send tears flowing freely down her face. Ramsay snapped her eyes shut and bowed her head. Nothing had prepared her for grief like this.

"Rise and shine, munchkin!" Ramsay called into the nursery, dipping her head and peering inside. "Acorn, we're going adventuring today! Time for some mama-daughter bonding time, eh?" The past few moons had passed so quickly. Was it motherhood that made it go by so fast, or was it all of the excitement that had happened in camp? Both, probably. Acornkit had grown so much, and it made Ramsay feel so old. She wasn't old, mind you-- a mere twenty-something moons, but she was older than she had been when she found the bobcat kitten! Soon enough, a bobcat apprentice. Ramsay would miss the nursery; despite the kits who woke her up during the night, she loved being a mother. Perhaps the other queens didn't like her watching their kits (who had certainly picked up more than a few swears from the calico queen,) but that was okay. Acornkit had been plenty for her.

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"Family bonding time!" Ramsay announced, standing beside the nursery. She'd been feeling bored lately; everyday was the same routine. Play with Acornkit, patrol, eat, play, hunt, play, eat, play, sleep. That was great and all, but Ramsay was a cat who craved change. Change was exciting and different, and her life had been very unexciting and not different."Stonestep, Cedarheart, are you two busy?"